Chapter - 411 Being Driven Mad By Unredressed Mongol Injustice (11) (1/2)

Chen Youliang smiled dryly, ”You only remember my oath, but you don't remember your own even heavier one. You said that from that day forward, you would obey what I say. Was it you who break your promise first, or was it I who did not keep my word?”

Song Qingshu hesitated for half a day before saying, ”You wanted me to put poison in Tai Shifu and my Father's food; I would rather die than obeying your word. Just get your sword and kill me.”

”Song Xiongdi,” Chen Youliang said, ”There is a saying that to understand the directions of the age is an outstanding talent. We do not want to murder your father and elders, we only want to drug them so they will lose consciousness. Didn't you agree to it at the Mi Le Temple?”

”No, no!” Song Qingshu said, ”I did agree to drug them, but the poison Zhang Bo Longtou gathered was from vipers and centipede; this is a poison to kill people, not a common drug to lose someone's consciousness.”

Slowly and unenthusiastically Chen Youliang raised his sword, saying, ”Emei Pai's Miss Zhou is as beautiful as a goddess, there is no other girl like her, yet you resign to the fact that she is going to fall into that guy Zhang Wuji. This is really strange. Song Xiongdi, that day, deep into the night, you went to peep into the room occupied by Emei Pai's female disciples. Your Qi Shishu caught you doing that, and he pursued you down. You fought him by the rocky ridge, and thus a nephew killed his uncle. Why did you do that? Wasn't it for the sake of this gentle and tender, good-looking Miss Zhou? This matter has come this far, once you have done it, you can't stop. Can the horse turn back once it enters a narrow pathway? I see that you have climbed the mountain 90% of the way, but fail for lack of a final effort. It's a pity! It's a pity!”

Song Qingshu stood up shakily. ”Chen Youliang,” he angrily said, ”Your words are sweet but insincere! You have forced me. That night I was defeated by Mo Qishu; I was not his match. I have brought disgrace to Wudang Pai. It would be a hundred times better if I died under his hands; who wanted you to interfere by giving me a hand? I have fallen into your scheme so deep that my reputation is swept away and I cannot free myself.”

”Fine, fine!” Chen Youliang laughed, ”Mo Shenggu died because of the 'zhen tian tie zhang' [iron palm shaking the heaven] on his back; was it you who hit him, or was it me, Chen Youliang who hit him? Isn't it your Wudang Pai's martial art? Certainly I cannot do that. That night I helped you, not only I saved your life, but protected your reputation as well; so you say I was wrong? Song Xiongdi, you and I came across each other, let's not raise the matters of the past up. About you killing your uncle, my mouth is as tight as a drum; I will never leak even for half a word. The mountain is far, the river is long, we will see each other again in the future.”

In a trembling voice Song Qingshu said, ”Chen … Chen Dage, you … what are you going to do to me?” His voice was full of doubt and uncertainty.

Chen Youliang laughed. ”What am I going to do to you?” he said, ”I am not going to do anything. Let me show you something. What is this?”

From their hiding place behind the rock, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min were dying to stick out their heads to see the thing Chen Youliang took out, but in the end they decided against doing so.

”Ah!” they heard Song Qingshu cried out in alarm, ”This … this is the iron ring of Emei Pai's Sect Leader,” his voice was trembling, ”It is Miss Zhou's … You … you … where did you get it from?”

In his heart, Zhang Wuji also shuddered, he thought, ”When I left Zhiruo, I plainly saw her still wearing this Sect Leader iron ring; how did it fall into Chen Youliang's hand? Most likely it is a fake one, he forged it to swindle other people.”